001 ♋ video to text
[There's some fumbling with the comm device in which you may catch a glimpse of fangs, an irate scowl over a gray colored face and a pair of yellow eyes before the feed cuts off, switches to text. No need for anyone to see anything that could be considered compromising.]
RIGHT.
I'M GOING TO SPARE YOU THE POINTLESS HUMAN CUSTOM OF MAKING AN OBVIOUS EXCLAMATION THAT THIS ISN'T WHERE I WAS, SINCE I FIGURED THAT OUT THE MOMENT I ARRIVED, TRAPPED IN YOUR METAL CESSATION RECEPTACLE. I AM NO LONGER IN THE HUMAN TERRITORY OF KANSAS, WOOF BEAST TOTO.
WHATEVER.
I WILL EVEN SPARE YOU THE CONCERNS ABOUT MY STATE OF UNDRESS AND ASSUME WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE IS PROBABLY A SICK FUCK. IN ANY CASE, CONGRATULATIONS ON MANAGING TO SIMULTANEOUSLY DISTURB EVERYONE WHO HAS ARRIVED IN THIS SHITTY CESSPOOL OF A HUMAN CITY. MYSELF INCLUDED, WHICH AT THIS FUCKING POINT IN TIME SHOULD BE CONSIDERED A FUCKING ACCOMPLISHMENT DESERVING OF ITS OWN SELF INFLATING PSYCHE ACCOLADE.
THE ONLY THING I WANT TO KNOW IS WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCK RUMPUSES IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY BEING HERE AND HOW I'D BE ABLE TO LEAVE. IN CASE IT WASN'T ALREADY BLATANTLY OBVIOUS, I'VE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN WANDER AROUND BLINDLY IN THE DARK, IN SOME SHITTY REENACTMENT OF A HORROR FILM.
RIGHT.
I'M GOING TO SPARE YOU THE POINTLESS HUMAN CUSTOM OF MAKING AN OBVIOUS EXCLAMATION THAT THIS ISN'T WHERE I WAS, SINCE I FIGURED THAT OUT THE MOMENT I ARRIVED, TRAPPED IN YOUR METAL CESSATION RECEPTACLE. I AM NO LONGER IN THE HUMAN TERRITORY OF KANSAS, WOOF BEAST TOTO.
WHATEVER.
I WILL EVEN SPARE YOU THE CONCERNS ABOUT MY STATE OF UNDRESS AND ASSUME WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE IS PROBABLY A SICK FUCK. IN ANY CASE, CONGRATULATIONS ON MANAGING TO SIMULTANEOUSLY DISTURB EVERYONE WHO HAS ARRIVED IN THIS SHITTY CESSPOOL OF A HUMAN CITY. MYSELF INCLUDED, WHICH AT THIS FUCKING POINT IN TIME SHOULD BE CONSIDERED A FUCKING ACCOMPLISHMENT DESERVING OF ITS OWN SELF INFLATING PSYCHE ACCOLADE.
THE ONLY THING I WANT TO KNOW IS WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCK RUMPUSES IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY BEING HERE AND HOW I'D BE ABLE TO LEAVE. IN CASE IT WASN'T ALREADY BLATANTLY OBVIOUS, I'VE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN WANDER AROUND BLINDLY IN THE DARK, IN SOME SHITTY REENACTMENT OF A HORROR FILM.